The Kiss

"The Kiss", one of my favorite paintings by one of my favorite artists, Gustav Klimt .... :).

Yoon he chul diye

kyoon a gaye,

zor-e-jamal tha? mehz khayal tha ?
malamat kiye, phir grehn diye,
yoon he chul diye !

kyoon keh diye,
kay mazah tha? buss kalam tha?
na gumaan kya, mera maan tha!
yoon he keh diye !

kyoon suna chalay,
kay dil kiya? irada diya ?
na khayal kiya, main bhi saath tha !
yoon-he suna chalay!

kyoon chul diye,
na kahay? na sunnay?
sub liye, dard diye,
yoon he chul diye!

What the Eyes don't see, the Heart doesn't Grieve over ? !

In all the languages in the world, there is the same proverb: "what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't grieve over." Well, i say that there isn't an ounce of truth in it. The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget. If we are in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we're far from the person we love, everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them.

The gospels and all the sacred texts of all religions were written in exile, in search of God's understanding, of the faith that moves whole peoples, of the pirlgrimage of souls wandering the face of earth. Our ancestors did not know, as we do not know, what the Divinity expects from our lives -- and it is our of that doubt that books are written, pictures painted, because we don't want to foget who we are -- nor can we!

An excerpt from "Eleven minutes" by Paulo Coelho.

Maria's Understanding of Love

From Maria's diary, when she was seventeen:

My aim is to understand love. I know how alive i felt when i was in love,and i know that everything i have right now, however interesting it might seem, doesnt really excite me.

But love is a terrible thing: i've seen my girlfriends suffer and i dont want the same thing to happen to me. they used to laugh at me and my innocence, but now they ask me how it is I manage men so well. I smile and say nothing, because i know the remedy is worse than the pain: i simply dont fall in love. With each day that passes, i see more clearly how fragile men are, how inconstant, how insecure and surprising they are ... a few of my girlfriends fathers have propositioned me, but i've always refused. At first, i was shocked, but now i think its just the way men are.

Although my aim is to understand love, and although i suffer to think of the people to whom i gave my heart, i see that those who touched my heart failed to arouse my body, and that who aroused my body failed to touched my heart.

An excerpt from "Eleven minutes" by Paulo Coelho.